The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1887-09-28


No wonder you rnoaned. See, Ellen, il
is no banshee, after all. Well take
him down stairs and give him drink
of water and the scraps from our dinner
For Of course be belongs TO our lodg-
err
@Oughi ough screamed Ellen, clutch
ing wildly at her mistress sleeve. " Come
away. Miss Kitty Its ghost, all in
white, is glowering at US from the cor
ner. The dog is nothing but slip of
baste--it's the ghost as was moaning
ough, that ! should have lived to see
this day
Kitty followed the direction of Ellen's
dilated eyes, and then she burst out
laughing
You gosse, you,7 said she, don't
you see that it's nothing but an artists
clay figure, draped with an old sheet !
stop shrieking this moment, and pick
up the chair that you aave knocked
over"
If it amt ghost, Miss Kitty" plead
ed Ellen, its the very mortal OF one!
And may the saints stand betweed US
and all harm, if here amt your own
picture right here, among all the pile
that was tipped off the chair"
Kitty, who had been undaunted by
ghost or banshee, started back with a
cry from the idealized reflection Of her
own face, which smiled at her from an
unframed canvas.
An artist" she said 10 herself, with
the red bushes mounting persistantiy
to the very roots of her hair, :" with my
picture among his belongings? Whom
elso can it be bat Robert Galbraith ?
And Destiny has brought us together
again after all these years of separation.
Oh, how strange, how wonderful all
thisip
As she followed Ellen down the gloomy
stairway with the liver-colored and
white setter trotting at her side, a strange
exultation filled her heart She was to
see Robert Galbraith again. She had
beheld her own picture, spiritual and
more beautiful, among his possessions
and she knew thereby that she was not
forgotten.
Ali that night she did not sleep, but
sat before the fire, notwithstanding.
And when the ruddy dawnlight glinted
through the window, she accepted it as
good omen.
The dog crouched ON the threshold,
apparently in expectation of his lost
master Ellen betook herself to sweep
ing, scrubbing, and a general purifying
of the much neglected premises-and
Kitty here and there like one in
dream.
Halo, Nero, old fellow" said Mr..
Galbraith. So you were left behind
The landlady is here, eh, my good girl ?"
he added, addressing Ellen who just
then made her appearance, with towel
pinned around her head, and broom
in her hand II should like to see her
to-"
am here, Robert Galbraith," spoke
a calm, self-possessed voice; and Kitty
Clifford emerged from the adjoining
room.
He started back, yisibly paling under
the bronze of his sunburned cheek.
Kitty" ne exclaimed in amazement.
Your landly, sir-at your service"
am quite ready now TO receive the first
months rent
of course explanations ensued there
after, and-without any formal declara-
tions to that effect-Robert and Kitty
seemed naturally TO drift back to the
old, happy relations. Mysteries were
explained away strange occurrences
were satisfactorily accounted for. Rob
declared that he had been entirely in
the wrong. Kitty knew that it was all
her fault
But there in one way of settling
everything all straight" said Robert
we can get married now"
Il never thought of that said Kitty.
But it does seem the most sensible
idea" said he
Yes, ! think it does" said she
And the natural termination of all this
was quiet wedding-quiet but very
happy. And never a ghostly mem
ory was left to oyershadow the Haunted
House